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Chapter 141 How delicious?

Of course, the hot pot held a "trial run" the day before the official launch. The five participants, "His Majesty the King" and the royal knights hid in the conference room, listening to the cold wind outside, and studying the hot pot carefully—of course Impossible—the first plate of mutton slices was gone as soon as it arrived, and Cecil didn't even have time to speak. He stared at Moyer, whose mouth kept wriggling, and said loudly, "You can't eat like this!"

"What? It's not eaten raw?" Moyer's mouth stopped, but soon moved again, "I thought it was a new way to eat it in thin slices, but it actually tastes good."

Cecil: "..."

Repeatedly emphasizing that all the dishes must be served before eating, Cecil prevented the premature death of this "test run".When the table was full of dishes, even Langdon sighed, "Not to mention anything else, this way of eating looks very appetizing."

Indeed, Cecil not only required all the materials to be made to the same size but also to be arranged on a plate. The mutton and beef were all frozen and planed with wood, which was thin and flat, and arranged clockwise to form a flower. Visually it is a pleasure.

"That's right!" Cecil said enthusiastically, "Come on, take a look, what's inconvenient to use with a knife and fork?"

There are knives and forks in this world. When eating a magic bread banquet, the host will usually get a plate and a pair of knives and forks. It is standard equipment. Cecil thinks this is unnecessary to take off his pants and fart. Anyway, there is no difference between magic bread and sawdust. Hold it in your hand Isn't it the same as eating?

It stands to reason that if the upper class ate magic bread from the beginning, then knives and forks should not have been invented. Knives and forks on the earth are born in response to food needs, and magic bread obviously does not have such a demand!

After Cecil raised this question, Langdon thoughtfully turned on the natural history mode: "Civilization has generations. For example, some things in the quantum age have been handed down to the present. We may not know what they are, but the habit of using them has been handed down. Knives I think so, although I don't know exactly why."

"Maybe it's some kind of food that needs to be cut?" Moyer held up the fork and said, "Look, the knife cuts something into pieces, and the fork pokes it into your mouth, doesn't it?"

"The barbarian's way of eating." Cecil said disdainfully, "O... before the Middle Ages, because nomadic life was the main way of life there, there was no fixed kitchen utensils and places to handle meat, and the meat was cut off with a knife and roasted. Eat. Later, the nomads gradually settled in the city, and using a knife was too brutal and dangerous, so a fork was added. The original fork was one point, and then gradually added a few points. This is... Fuck, stop Eat! The food is almost finished!"

Moyer put the cooked mutton into his mouth, and said with satisfaction: "Go on, I'm listening, this thin mutton is really good."

"Don't focus on eating, but talk about which food is inconvenient to use a knife and fork!" Cecil urged.

That's right, not only the hot soup base, but also all the food that is suitable for knives and forks!

For example, mutton is cut thin and narrow, and chopsticks can be easily picked up, but forks are difficult to find, and it is easy to slip off when scooping.Another example is fish balls, which were originally planned to be made, but when he thought that a fork would be easier to poke the balls than chopsticks, Cecil decisively removed all the round foods.Slice the potatoes into thin slices, once they are cooked, you just need to use a fork to put them in your mouth properly.

"You don't seem to have made anything suitable for a fork." Langdon picked up a long strip of vegetable leaves with his chopsticks slowly, "I remember that this vegetable leaf is obviously a large piece, but it's hard for you to cut it into strips. "

"It looks so good." Cecil said with a smile, and when he turned his head, he saw Moyer reaching into the bottom of the boiling pot to fish out a few pieces of minced fish and stuffing them into his mouth, and twitching his fingers happily. He hated it. For a while, ask, "Will someone be like Moyer tomorrow?"

"Don't be kidding, how can we live if there are so many devils in this world?" Russell said angrily.

"That's right, and I'm still a half-blooded devil, and pure-blooded devils will feel painful to breathe just by coming up." Moyer chewed something vaguely, "The air here is not suitable for us, you will feel suffocated if you go to my hometown .”

I'm suffocating watching you eat now, Cecil thought.

"Then what suggestion do you have, that is to let them use chopsticks as much as possible." Cecil asked.

"Isn't it simple? You just don't say anything." Moye said lazily.

Cecil looked bewildered.

"Generally speaking, businesses that provide food will provide tableware, right?" Moyer paused after finishing speaking, "Not necessarily, civilians use their hands directly, but in any case, you are not obliged to remind customers to bring their own tableware. .”

Cecil thought for a while, then said worriedly: "...would this be regarded as forced belief?"

"They don't have to eat it, or they can eat it when it's cold." Langdon said with a smile, "We won't force them to use chopsticks, but we only provide the tableware we think is most suitable."

"Then what if someone has to bring a spoon?" Cecil felt that all circumstances should be considered.

"Then why don't you say what if someone brings a small bowl?" Russell said sarcastically, "With so many people, you can't possibly consider all the situations, so you can do whatever you want. If you have the time, it's better to think about how make money!"

Cecil shut up decisively.

On the second day, the plot of the hot pot festival was as predicted in advance. No one thought of bringing tableware. Ordinary people don’t have this concept. , the seller doesn’t even provide a tableware——

Oh, no, cutlery is still provided, but most people don't know how to use it.

"Gentlemen and ladies, please don't put your hands into the boiling hot pot. There are chili peppers in it, which will make your skin hurt. Please pay attention to your right hand side. There are two long pieces of wood, which are called chopsticks! Please use nothing but Hold it with the fingers other than the little finger, three fingers, so, behold the servants serving beside you!"

Cecil sent a group of attendants who had specially practiced chopsticks to demonstrate on the spot, which can be described as well-intentioned.

There is light snow in the sky, the stove is burning under the feet, and the fragrance is wafting in front of the eyes. Many people have tried a few times in disbelief, and after confirming that they can't bear the hot bottom of the pot, they have to pick up chopsticks pitifully and use clumsy movements to scoop up food.Some people have tried it once or twice, and their movements are still dexterous. As soon as the food is put into their mouths, the deliciousness and warmth make them groan irresistibly, which makes the people at the same table drool more and desperately. Try to make the two chopsticks obedient.

Unfortunately, since magic requires talent, so does using chopsticks. Some people just can't send the chopsticks to the right place obediently, and they still can't succeed several times.

Someone simply held the chopsticks in the palm of his hand like a sword, and kept poking them into the pot like a spear fish. The result of doing so was not only the hot soup splashed everywhere, but also made the people at the same table squeal, and some of them were too strong. , I accidentally poked the pot over, and it was even more frightening that there was a leak.

Seeing the soup splashing on the floor, the people at that table scolded the companion who caused the trouble while trying their best to pick food into their mouths. Several heads leaned against the pot and used chopsticks to pick food into their mouths.

This scene inspired others. There was a long table, and six people on both sides put their faces to the side of the pot at the same time, enduring the heat and pushing things into their mouths. They accidentally used a little more force, and it was hot and hot. The soup base was directly poured into the throat, and there was a horrible cry, and he rushed out shouting "therapist! Therapist".

"What is this! Are you playing tricks on us?" Someone slammed their chopsticks angrily and stood up, "Where is the boss, this is fraud! Did you deliberately not let us eat?! Liar!"

No one responded, it wasn't the first day that chopsticks appeared in Yuecheng, the cafeteria always provided chopsticks, but it was really troublesome to master, and everyone didn't like to use them.Through trial and observation, many people also found that chopsticks are indeed suitable for eating hot pot, which shows that the organizers did not intend to deceive, besides, it is only 70 copper coins, and the current residents of Yuecheng really look down on them, unless they are newcomers. But newcomers will not be interested in participating in this kind of festival that they have never heard of, after all, they are not so open-minded.

The clamorer found that no one was paying attention, hesitated for a while, and then sat back silently, continuing to poke and poke with his chopsticks. Cecil, who was secretly observing, had to admit that this guy was really flexible...

As time goes by, more and more people can finally eat something by pawing with chopsticks. The light snow is still drifting, but the wind has stopped. This is not a sign, and heavy snow is likely to come soon.However, people can't take care of it at all, and fresh food has completely occupied their minds.

"Spicy! Why is this called spicy! I don't understand! It's spicy - damn it, don't grab my potato chips!"

"What the hell is this? It hurts so much but I can't stop!"

"My hand hurts! It must be poisoned!"

"Then don't eat it!"

"Shut up and put down my mutton slices!"

"This seasoning is so strange. It's obviously spicy, but it mixes just right with the food. It's absolutely amazing! Who came up with it?"

"Have you ever dipped a crustacean in sour juice? I still seem to have that delicious taste on my tongue! I didn't expect a crustacean to have such a taste!"

"No, I think it's the effect of the sour juice. I've eaten crab roe soup dumplings, but it doesn't have this effect!"

"My mouth! My mouth! What is this? My mouth is numb! I can't feel it! Ahhh, my tongue!"

"It's so strange, why do I feel the smell? It's just, I can't describe it, an impulse that makes me want to eat it! It's not a perfume, this kind of smell is completely different, but it hurts when you eat it in your mouth!"

Little Beers and his party felt similarly. The young businessmen had a great time eating. This kind of experience was unprecedented. They didn’t even think about other places. If this is the case, of course they should seize the opportunity to enjoy it.

"I can't do it anymore!" Jiuxuan dropped his chopsticks, leaned back on the back of the chair, and opened his mouth wide to catch the snow. He was sitting on the only chair in the four-person table, and the others were all stools. "The mouth is gone. I feel it, my great mage, even so, I still want to eat... No, no, I can’t eat any more, wait for me to cast a healing spell!"

The sound of muttering incantations sounded, Rosacea is not a great mage, at most he entered the door, a low-level healing magic was recited several times before it succeeded, and a little gleam appeared from the top of his head, like a bath, pouring down, It made him burp comfortably.

"Death without regret..."

A person stood up in the venue, looked over with a little overwhelm, and found that it was the "hick" who had emphasized "I am a mage" outside the venue earlier, and they all agreed to watch a joke.

The sorcerer was sitting on a two-seat seat, facing a young woman who was proudly blowing her nose and stuffing potato chips into her mouth. She used chopsticks extremely skillfully, and the plate in front of her was a mess.In contrast, the plate in front of the mage only contained soup stains and no leftovers at all, indicating that he hadn't actually eaten anything from the beginning to the end.

I don't know whether he decided to come to "open his eyes" or was tricked by his companions.

The young sorcerer's complexion was extremely bad. He stood silent for a while and suddenly began to chant a spell. Unlike the rosacea, his spell was proficient and clear. Soon, the spell was completed, and he stretched out his hand, right above the hot pot , a translucent hand appeared.

"Yo, the Mage's Hand?" Langdon, who was secretly observing with Cecil, laughed, "It's a waste of magic slots just to eat."

"Very powerful magic?" Cecil asked nervously.

"Low-level magic." Langdon shrugged his shoulders. "It's quite suitable. I guess he can use at least three."

Langdon's vision was very accurate. The mage waved his transparent hands to continuously fish out dishes from the soup and put them into his mouth with great effort. After all, the hand simulated by magic was slightly larger, so it was too difficult to put them into his mouth accurately. .He didn't mind, he opened his mouth to the maximum and tilted his head up.

After eating like this for a while, the mage's hand disappeared when the time came. The mage stared blankly at the hot pot for a while, then suddenly stood up and began to chant the mantra. Soon, another mage's hand appeared... Repeatedly, there were three in total. The hand of the mage made a lot of contributions to the "battle of eating".

The sorcerer seemed to be a little bit more interested, hesitated for a while, but couldn't hold back and used another sorcerer's hand. This time, as soon as the sorcerer's hand grasped the edge of the hot pot, he was actually trying to drink the soup!

The hot pot didn't move, and a ball of open flame suddenly passed through the linen tablecloth and hit the mage's crotch accurately. He let out a strange cry, clutched his crotch and fell slowly tilted, the female mage sitting opposite snorted coldly, Delicately holding the chopsticks in his hand, he continued to boil sliced ​​mutton and mushrooms in the pot.

The waiters were still serving the dishes, and Cecil designed a set meal for each person. Several set meals were served for a few people at a table. It was simple and clear, and it was included in the 70 coppers.If someone is not full, you can add another set for 50 copper coins. The set meal will not be split and sold. It is the first time to hold such a large-scale dinner party, so let’s keep everything simple.

Fortunately, this is probably the first time for people in this world to participate in a dinner party with so many dishes. There are no rules, and the only criterion is to eat and drink well.

When the attendants began to add charcoal to the hot pot stove, the snow had already accumulated a thin layer, and the ground turned white, but people were eating more and more lively.

Cecil had to admit that people in this world are generally in good health. A year ago, without knowing the situation, he would not have dared to hold an open-air dinner party in such a ghostly weather, in case someone was cold and hot Wouldn't it be dead if exposed to the wind?Now he understands, not to mention the magic clothes of the rich and powerful, ordinary people rely on natural selection in the harsh natural environment, and have already filled up their resilience from the genetic level.

It's just that eating in the snow is still hot, so how could it be possible to get sick? !Dressed too!

No matter men, women, old or young, they are all so hardcore, what, sick and weak?

If you are weak, you will die, what's wrong?

The snow has piled up, creating a new way of eating for people who don’t use chopsticks well: put the snow into a ball and put it on the table, throw the vegetables into the pot, check that they are almost cooked, take them out like lightning and throw them into your mouth, and then eat them again. Dip your hands into a snowball to cool down.After several rounds, both the hands and the mouth were swollen, but the person still ate happily.

This is due to the fact that the pot is not so hot anymore, otherwise I would have burned my fingers off.

Cecil, who was secretly observing, began to beat his heart. When he glanced at the venue, less than half of them used chopsticks in a serious manner, and the remaining quarter used chopsticks as hidden weapons to poke vegetables, and a quarter tried to create various The method of eating hot pot, after being inspired by very few mages, they simply go directly to the hands of the mages.

The hot pot festival at noon ended in over an hour. People walked out of the venue with various feelings. Rumors and discussions spread rapidly. Someone cleverly prepared to line up, but was told by the attendants that due to the heavy snowfall, Today's hot pot festival depends on the situation, or change the venue or change the time, there will be no queue for the time being, if it continues to open, people will preach in the whole city.

Some people protested a few times, but they finally dispersed. News about chili and hot pot began to spread in Yuecheng. No sight a few meters away.

Seeing the sky, Cecil's heart was ashamed, and he stood in front of the window, refusing to move, until Langdon couldn't stand it anymore and used magic to build a steeple shed to completely cover the venue before being revived.The space around the venue was covered with linen curtains, oil lamps were lit, and the hot pot festival continued.

It snowed for seven days in a row, and the Hot Pot Festival was also held for seven days. It can be said that more than half of the food reserves in the city were consumed. For example, the breeding of sheep in a year did not scale up at all. Cecil was so anxious, because the cost of the hot pot festival was really not cheap.

Fortunately, all of them have returned their capital and there is still a slight surplus. However, the promotion of chopsticks is still not optimistic.

After the first meal was cheated, from the second meal onwards, most of the diners would bring their own knives and forks. Cecil couldn’t just say that they were not allowed to bring them. Watch as diners happily scoop the pot with their forks, then yell as the metal forks get scalded.

Local knives and forks are mostly made of copper, iron, and silver. The common problem is that they are soft and conduct heat quickly, so they are not suitable for continuously heating food like hot pot.Originally, there has never been anything similar to hot pot in the west or in the local world. The hottest thing is just soup, but when it is served, it must be at the temperature of the mouth, which is far lower than the hot pot soup.

Yes, tell you to use a fork!

Some civilians don’t have knives and forks, some place orders from the newly opened foundry, and some quickly learn chopsticks. In fact, if you really want to be careful, chopsticks are still very easy to learn. Anyway, you just need to put the vegetables in your mouth, and you don’t have to play tricks. .

Seven days later, the Hot Pot Festival ended smoothly. Yuecheng was immersed in the atmosphere of entertainment. People were discussing whether they could make hot pot by themselves. The private casting workshop got a new batch of orders for hot pot, which was to imitate the style of hot pot.

Cecil was in a state of agitation, wanting to know the results quickly but also afraid that the results would not be satisfactory. After struggling back and forth for several days, he finally saw a strange figure after pushing open the door of the meeting room in the morning of the third day : Wearing a very ordinary T-shirt and jeans, with short hair cut neatly, when I turned around, it was Song Zuying's face.

The tone of "Hot Girl Hot" instantly sounded in Cecil's mind, with its own BGM, but this dress and this face were too inconsistent, and it almost produced the same effect as the uncanny valley.He was hesitating, but the visitor seemed to realize something, wiped his face, and immediately turned into a very ordinary young man's face, and the white T-shirt on his body turned into a pure red.

"I'm sorry, the brand effect of spicy is too hard to find, didn't it scare you?"

"You, are you talking about... the God of Pepper?"

"It's not the God of Pepper, but the God of Spicy." The God of Spicy sighed softly, "It's too difficult for me, I can't put peppers on my head, right? It's really hard to find a representative of spicy!"

Cecil held the table in silence for a while. He had to keep calm in this way, otherwise the groundhog might scream.

Why is it spicy? !

As if hearing Cecil's inner cry, the God of Chili said calmly: "Because there is no spicy god in this country. There are both sweet and salty gods, but there are no sour and bitter things. But these two things are hard to like. I didn't expect you to gather so many beliefs so quickly in this hotpot festival, although it's not strong enough, extradition is enough, anyway, I'm not at the level of the main god."

Cecil took several deep breaths and asked with a trembling voice, "I, can I ask one thing?"

"Maltose?" Spicy God said very well, "Tea told me."

Hope flashed in Cecil's eyes: "Then you..."

Spicy God simply snuffed out this little hope: "I won't."

Cecil: "..."

The mind marmot screams in an infinite loop.

Make money, make money, calm down, anyway, the hot pot festival is making money, no problem!Even if Russell asks, don't I still have Langdon!If it doesn't work, just pretend to be dead!

Spicy God seemed to observe for a while, and suddenly laughed: "Okay, I won't tease you, the God of Tea told me before coming, come, this is the recipe written by the God of Chopsticks for you."

Cecil took the page almost as if it was an imperial decree. It seemed to be torn from some notebook. There was only one line of very beautiful and short words: Most ancient food preparation methods are soaking, steaming, boiling, Squeeze, why don't you understand after doing so much?Without any subjective initiative or drawing inferences from one instance, this child is stupid in time travel.

Cecil: "..."

Enough of you gods of civilization!